Erik
A pleasant warmth radiated along my entire front, and sparks trailed in a light caress along the top of my chest. I relished the jasmine scent that filled my lungs, wishing to remain here for the rest of my days.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Avery said, her voice throaty from sleep.
“Is that my new nickname?”
“It could be.”
I blinked my eyes open, and the dawn light filled the room. Excitement radiated off Avery, lighting her gorgeous face, framed by her untamed curls.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I want to fly together.”
Seeing her so happy and rested did funny things inside my chest. First thing in the morning, all sleep rumpled and cute, was my favourite version. The version only I got to see and like a hoarder, I coveted it.
A big smile slid onto my face. “Let’s go.”
After a ski
